5 years ago today my sister Linda died.

I can’t believe it has been five years already.

Where has the time gone.

And now Cyndi is gone too.

How I hate it.

I realize a death is promised to every single one of us, but still…..there is such a void when you lose a family member.

More so with Cyndi then with Linda because Linda was estranged from our family and I hadn’t seen her for over 20 years, except for the last hours of her life.

She didn’t even know who I was when she first saw me.

I had to tell her who I was.

 

Still life moves on and we all have become neglectful on keeping close to our siblings.

It takes losing a sibling to realize, hey, wake up here…….we aren’t going to be around forever…..

this is Linda back in the late 70’s

She was a beauty.

My brother Ric is a writer.

He has published one small book (self published) and said he has three more that aren’t available for publication yet.

We were talking about writing the other day, and I was telling him how I have lost the ability to write.

He suggested I write a small chapter about things and maybe eventually they can all be used for a book.

So I wrote about Cyndi’s dying yesterday.

It felt so good to write.

I was so thrilled to be able to do it.

Yes it was only a very small, three written pages of my story but it still felt like an accomplishment.

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I so love to write…..

I doubt I will ever be published but I do love the creation that forms in my head and put down on paper.

I love to read too, but writing is my passion.